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646 M ore Reliques of Rowley. 
Lyke floodes down-gofhynge from a rockie walle, 
So fhul itte ragen forthe and crofhe him in itts falle. 
( Rewene cometh.) W elecor e Rowene thie fatherres deareft pryde. 
Let mie fonde arme enlyrke thie comelie thape. 
Thie barke ov lyfe on oundes of pleafaunce glyde; 
The rockes ov row myfchaunce maie itte efcape. > 

Rowen e.  Ti.ankes to mie fadherre’s love. ‘ 
Hengift. : Itte were a jape 
Yif thie blew eyne ov fommer-lofte ywove, 
Yatte hayre yrwiit like tendrils ov the grape, | 
Rode fer wyche knobbes ov eglantinte firove, 
Shuld glade a fadherres herte ne ftirre a hufbonds love. 
Vale ne thie lookes for druerie to the grounde, 
Myne is a fwote and not a foure behefte 5 
Soone fhult thou be in wedlockes wrethe ybounde, : 
And clafpe a leman to thie kind!ynge brefie. 
Rowene. Syker mie fadherre redeth but in jefte ; 
Ne londfman haft thou here of adel ftemme. 
Hengij?. Ov thee, mie chylde, unwerthie ware the beftes 
The Brydyan trone I fhul beholde thee clemme, . 
And fyrke thie lockes of golde with golden diademme. 
Rowene. Is Cluthalyne the queene ne mo on lyve? 
Hengiff. She iffe ; botte maie the not the king forleffe. 
Rowene. The ftatelie beldame from her trone to dryve 
And banne afarre mefeemeth pitileffe, 
Hengiff. Watte booteth uffe her joie, or w retchedneile = 
Rowene. O fare not forth to knit this bond ov fryghte : 
Botte heede the biddynge ov mie keene diitrefle. 
Hengift. Mie purpofe maie not change ; fo halde thee dyghte. 
Rozwene. Wonder appalles mie fynfe and griefe englomes mie fpryghte- 
Thie onelie daughterre do: not hardlie teare 
From her forefatherres goddes, and natal hame, 
Fro kynne, and freends, and all yatte fhe haldes deare, 
Ymeng this folk of foen a freinde to rame, 
Her lond, her fylfe, ner miferies, their game. “Ss 
Mie herte fhul breake. Lyke hem I can ne doo, 
Yette alle oure honeft wyfe theie loffe to fhame, 
And alle oure havyoure floute. — 
Hengifi. We fcorne hem too: | 
By Manne, the boldeft herte hath better rghte to hoo. 
Rowene. Wherefor the fhylter ov thine arme forgo ? 
Whom have I lief in Brydaine ? Who dhul heare 
Wythe fofrend fowle the ttowning of mie wo: ; 
Who wype with gentle honde mee fallynge teare , | 
1 can ne {peke theire tong 5 but I mofte beare 
Inne ftillett forrowe alle mie loade ov aile, 
The raiment ov content withouten weare, | 
And to the lonelie nyghte in fecrete waile, 
Lyche ghofte bie hagges forbannde afarre from humantraile. ~ 
Henpift. Mie chylde, take comforte. 
» Rowene. Fadherre, hafte forgote 
How moche dics love me once when I was f{malie— 
Thie brawnie boures forettynge wepunes Ww te 
To halde mie quakynge lymbes in tender thra.te, 
